God came in my dream and informed me:
'There are two options for you now
First one is plan A and the second is plan B;
Plan A is for people like you
To creep to reach your death'
I immediately intervened and requested:
'If you offer me plan A, give me strength
On any one of my hands to help it lift a blade
And cut off the veins on the other hand'
God soon disagreed with me:
'The method of death is handled by
The department of destiny;
'Ok, then what is Plan B? '
'The plan B is to climb down from sixty four
To fifty, forty five, thirty five and twenty five
And easily walk over to your death'
'But how possible to such a return journey
From sixty four to fifteen or ten? '
'I told you up to twenty five only,
then how you came to ten plus? '
'Lord, if I could reach twenty five
I shall manage to jump to that goal'
'Very smart! but where had gone such smartness
To achieve your goal in your life? '
'Leave it, dear God. Now nothing can be reversed
'My son, your body cannot be reversed
But your mind can be. That is Plan B;
The mind is the only one that can travel
Beyond times to make to and fro journeys;
So keep your mind in the mould of youth
And recover the good emotions and feelings
Which you lost already in the past.'
' Dude, buddy, bro, sweety, take it easy Yaar…'
I woke up to the bucket of water poured by my friend
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem